You laughed because he sang gibberish, right?
He mangled Walk Like An Egyptian with his own lyrics and incomprehensible rural patois?
Wrong. He was almost word perfect. Go on. See if we’re wrong.
All the old paintings on the tomb/ They do the sand dance, don’cha know? If they move too quick (Oh-Ah-Oh), they’re falling down like a domino./And the bazaar man by the Nile. He got the money on a bet For the crocodiles (Oh-Ah-Oh), They snap their teeth on a cigarette./Foreign types with their hookah pipes sing:Oh-ah-oh-ah-ooo-aaa-ooo-aaa,Walk like an Egyptian./The blonde waitresses take their trays, Spin around and they cross the floor.They’ve got the moves (Oh-Ah-Oh), You drop your drink then they bring you more. All the school kids so sick of books, They like the punk and the metal band. When the buzzer rings (Oh-Ah-Oh), They’re walking like an Egyptian. All the kids in the marketplace say: Oh-ah-oh-ah-ooo-aaa-ooo-aaa,Walk like an Egyptian. Line your feet astreet, bend your back, Shift your arm, then you pull it back. Like Sergeant O (Oh-Ah-Oh),So strike a pose on a Cadillac. If you want to find all the cops, They’re hanging out in the donut shop. They sing and dance (Oh-Ah-Oh), They spin their clock and cruise on down the block. All the Japanese with their Yen,The party boys call the Kremlin. The Chinese know (Oh-Ah-Oh), They walk along like Egyptians./ All the cops in the donut shops say: Oh-ah-oh-ah-ooo-aaa-ooo-aaa,Walk like an Egyptian,Walk like an Egyptian.